Escaping the Curse

My only way to escape
Becomes my only prison
These salty tears
Are blurring my vision

Freedom cut short
By chains of authority
When clearing my head
Was my only authority

My chances were ruined
By grey clouds and rain
By small crowded spaces
And my head’s thudding pain

By slow moving hands
And endless frustration
By lack of interest
And forced conversation

I’ve made no progress
I’ve only gotten worse
Thank you again
To my holiday curse…